After a good night's sleep, they wake with the coming of daylight, and Catherine is already excited. 'I've always wanted to ride a horse, Nelly's were never used for riding, just for farm work. Let's go, I can't wait!' Vincent can't help but smile at such enthusiasm, with such a tiny body riding will be quite an effort, even sitting in front of an adult. B...
(This story is dedicated to a beautiful woman I know, who I have yet to see. She has been my inspiration and, provided me with this story idea, and insights into Jasmine's feelings and thoughts. I would love to have your comments and have you email me and tell me what you think of the story, or even chat with me about ideas for other stories or anything else...
Daniel Becker felt a sense of foreboding as he walked down Beaufort Street. It was a quarter to ten on a Friday night when he turned the corner on to Morris Avenue. He slowed his pace, looking up at the night sky. A waxing crescent moon and hundreds of stars lit the purple canopy. Then Daniel's focus shifted down again to the road ahead of him. A few hundred...
CHAPTER 4 During dinner Gran said, "I'm be ready for you to paint a cover for my book Carlson." "Great, I said I'd do that for you. What do you suggest?" "A representation of me riding in a gondola or perhaps of me skiing in the French Alps." "Do that for an inside illustration but for the cover I want something else." "That's fine dear, I'm guided by y...
A fictional story about fictional characters. ***** This takes place before 86 and 99 were married. Maxwell Smart (Agent 86) and Agent 99 were anxious to find out why the Chief of CONTROL had called them into his office. They had been his top secret agents for several years, and when he called them in for an emergency meeting, it was usually serious. When...
Princess Amana was woken by footsteps coming up to her tower. Assuming the soldiers were drunk again, she flung on her robe and slippers and swung open the door. Somebody was going to suffer, for disturbing her sleep. 'Haha, there's our little princess.' She realised it was the blacksmith, a huge figure of a man. There was blood on his tunic, but he didn'...
The next morning I made a cup of tea with the kettle and things that had been left in the room. Lyn was asleep still. I showered and sat in an armchair across from her reading an old magazine I'd found by the bed. She stirred and sat up. 'There's a cup of tea there, not long made.' 'Thanks,' she said. 'Come over here..' I sat on the edge of the bed beside...
Author's note: This is a big departure from what I've written previously. I'll give you fair caution however, this is a longish story with many words. I have taken quite a few liberties with Celtic mythology, and also with geography, fashions, and timelines. Oh, I was also 'creative' with architecture and speech too! Any resemblance to anyone living or dead...
"Come on love, we'll be late, do you have to tart yourself up so much, bloody trollop." "I'll give you trollop you old sod, now there's a fine thing my husband calling me a trollop, I don't know hey." "Serious Millie we are going to be late love." "OK, OK, I'm nearly ready Peter." "Ohh Peter is it, who's getting a hump on then, wrong week or something,...
DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead or born in the future, is purely coincidental. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the s...